[ It's fine. Perfectly fine. The request—or demand—is something Crowley can agree to completely. Truth be told it didn't even need to be voiced because he had a similar idea, to keep kissing Aoba and remain close, wanting it. ]
Alright, baby. [ There he goes again. It doesn't even occur to him that the word baby leaves his mouth, possibly because it comes with so much ease that it almost feels natural. But then again it could just be the heat of the moment, comfortable with saying the first thing that comes to mind since he never puts much of a filter in anything he says.
He gives himself a moment to settle down, positioning himself between Aoba's thighs and dipping his head down to continue kissing. Slow, yet deep, tongue opting in when he's given permission and licking the roof of the man's mouth before he's parting to look south. Or at least his hands, taking the bottle of lube and squeezing enough to coat his fingers.
He lowers his hand between Aoba's legs, one finger carefully circling at his entrance before pressing itself in. Crowley leans over, lips capturing the male's, breathing into his mouth as he pushes his finger in to the knuckle. Slowly dragging it out before he's thrusting it in once more. Building up a rhythm, Crowley is soon pushing in a second; teasing and continuing to stretch the human out, scissoring his fingers.
Even like this he feels good. Perhaps, if he could speak, Crowley would tell him that, but for the time being he only hums as desire builds in both his abdomen and throat. ]
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Alright, baby. [ There he goes again. It doesn't even occur to him that the word baby leaves his mouth, possibly because it comes with so much ease that it almost feels natural. But then again it could just be the heat of the moment, comfortable with saying the first thing that comes to mind since he never puts much of a filter in anything he says.
He gives himself a moment to settle down, positioning himself between Aoba's thighs and dipping his head down to continue kissing. Slow, yet deep, tongue opting in when he's given permission and licking the roof of the man's mouth before he's parting to look south. Or at least his hands, taking the bottle of lube and squeezing enough to coat his fingers.
He lowers his hand between Aoba's legs, one finger carefully circling at his entrance before pressing itself in. Crowley leans over, lips capturing the male's, breathing into his mouth as he pushes his finger in to the knuckle. Slowly dragging it out before he's thrusting it in once more. Building up a rhythm, Crowley is soon pushing in a second; teasing and continuing to stretch the human out, scissoring his fingers.
Even like this he feels good. Perhaps, if he could speak, Crowley would tell him that, but for the time being he only hums as desire builds in both his abdomen and throat. ]